Quick Transmigration: Don't Let an Honest Man Become a Villainous Supporting Female Character

The black market at the foot of Tianjue Sect Mountain has seen an increase in good items.

After Ji Chaoxi acquired a spiritual root, she also wanted to help Liuli acquire one.

She decided to repeat her previous approach.

Ji Chaoxi felt it must be the effect of the previous artifact.

Liuli refused no matter what; she didn't want to fetch water to practice swordsmanship and meditate at the waterfall...

Every time the young lady comes back, her hands or legs shake, it's terrifying.

Ji Chaoxi dragged Liuli toward the area selling magical artifacts, while Liuli dragged Ji Chaoxi toward the area selling food.

In the end, Liuli won, and the two of them happily returned to Tianjue Sect with a bunch of food.

The sect competition of Tianjue Sect is about to begin, and every disciple is working very hard. Liu Fuyin has even stopped fighting with Ji Chaoxi. She said she wants to conserve her energy so that she can achieve a good result in the sect competition.

Wen Shubai took Ji Chaoxi to the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

The Hidden Sword Pavilion has nine floors. The further you go in, the denser the sword energy in the air becomes. Several famous swords are stuck in the sword pool, emitting bursts of sword sounds.

"Junior Sister, this floor contains the most difficult spirit swords to tame," Wen Shubai said softly.

Ji Chaoxi nodded seriously.

That's right, this kind of powerful sword is more suitable for her.

Looking at her serious expression, Wen Shubai felt a tickle in his heart and wanted to touch her hair again, but he refrained from doing so.

"Junior sister, try to sense it with your heart."

Ji Chaoxi walked past those spirit swords filled with a murderous aura. Some of the sword energy exuded an aura of disgust, while others showed no reaction at all.

Ji Chaoxi: ...

She would never choose swords that don't like her!

Finally, Ji Chaoxi stopped in front of a longsword that was completely black and even somewhat worn. The blade had no luster and was rather inconspicuous among all the swords.

But Ji Chaoxi could sense that the sword liked her, and liked her very much.

Ji Chaoxi: ...

She glanced furtively at Wen Shubai's Chongli sword, then looked at the sword in front of her.

But she didn't want such an ordinary sword...

Realizing that Ji Chaoxi wanted to choose another sword, the broken sword emitted a sword cry, extremely excited.

"Senior Brother, it seems to really like me," Ji Chaoxi said with a worried expression.

Before Wen Shubai could speak, a crisp sound rang out, and the longsword automatically detached from the sword pool, falling directly into Ji Chaoxi's palm. The rust on the sword gradually faded, revealing a red agate-like interior.

Ji Chaoxi's initial dislike for the sword vanished instantly, and she looked at Wen Shubai with delight: "Senior Brother, I want this sword!"

This sword is now the right one for her to hold.

If she were holding it in its pre-transformation form, people would think she was just playing house with a broken sword.

A hint of a smile flashed in Wen Shubai's eyes as he said gently, "Then Junior Sister, you may take this sword."

The waterfall behind the Tianjue Sect crashes against the giant rocks, creating a misty spray that fills the air, while the sound of swords breaking echoes continuously.

Ji Chaoxi's long hair was already damp with moisture and clung to her cheeks. She was panting heavily, but her hands never stopped moving.

"Junior sister, don't rush, follow the direction of the sword energy."

Wen Shubai placed his hand on hers, his movements slow, guiding her hand in an arc.

Ji Chaoxi's face was tense from being too serious, and water droplets splashed on her face, but she was completely unaware.

She practiced over and over again without ever complaining of being tired.

"Junior sister, raise the sword tip by one inch and lower your shoulder."

As Ji Chaoxi listened to Wen Shubai's words, her hand holding the sword trembled until the very end. Her originally light and airy moon-white robe became heavy after being soaked by water.

The sky was gradually enveloped in rosy clouds. The last training session was over, and Ji Chaoxi was exhausted, her fingertips twitching.

The two sat under the ancient tree, a gentle breeze blowing, which quickly dried the dampness from their robes.

"My hand hurts so much..." Ji Chaoxi leaned listlessly on Wen Shubai's shoulder.

But she likes it.

Wen Shubai carefully treated her hands, which were covered in red marks. The skin on her thumb and forefinger was chafed, and a bead of blood oozed out, making it particularly noticeable.

"It's all my fault, Senior Brother..." Wen Shubai lowered his eyes, his voice filled with guilt.

"It's all your fault," Ji Chaoxi said matter-of-factly.

Wen Shubai felt even more guilty, while Ji Chaoxi was happy. She leaned against him, feeling so tired that she didn't even want to talk much.

Wen Shubai gently applied the white jade ointment to her hand and whispered, "Junior Sister, does it hurt?"

As Ji Chaoxi smelled the sandalwood scent on him, her tense nerves gradually relaxed. She responded with a muffled sound, feeling her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Anyway, even if she falls asleep, her senior brother will carry her back...

With that thought in mind, it wasn't long before her head rested against the crook of his neck, and she began to breathe evenly.

Wen Shubai stopped what he was doing. He looked at her face, which was flushed from the fatigue of practicing swordsmanship, and his heart softened completely.

The surroundings were very quiet, with the sound of the waterfall in the distance serving as a background noise. Wen Shubai looked at the lips so close to his own, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

She was completely nestled in his arms, looking very dependent on him.

Do you really trust him that much...?

Wen Shubai slowly leaned down, and just as the tip of his nose was about to touch hers, a petal swirled and gently landed on her cheek.

Wen Shubai paused, staring at the petal. The stubbornness in his eyes faded little by little, and he gradually returned to his original state.

He gently picked up the petal and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Wen Shubai didn't wake her. He took off his outer robe, gently draped it over her, and then picked her up in his arms.

Ji Chaoxi woke up groggily, nestled in his arms, and mumbled, "Senior Brother..."

"Um?"

"Senior Brother, are we going back now...?"

Wen Shubai responded softly and gave her a light kiss on the hair: "Yes, Junior Sister."

Ji Chaoxi didn't say anything, and after a while, she fell asleep again.

She was already used to Wen Shubai carrying her home after training; he had done it many times before.

The two shadows stretched longer and longer in the afterglow, eventually overlapping.

Only after the two figures had completely disappeared did a figure emerge from behind the tree.

His triangular eyes narrowed, and a look of realization crossed his face.

He said that Wen Shubai's spiritual energy had been unstable lately, and he had even bumped into Wen Shubai's unstable Dao heart, almost causing him to be controlled by his inner demons.

So this is where the inner demons are.

He knew that Wen Shubai was highly regarded by the sect leader and elders. If Wen Shubai made a mistake in this trial, especially if it involved romantic feelings, he would like to see how the elders would react.

As night deepened, a gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo grove.

Wen Shubai's face was pale. He tried his best to suppress the backlash of his inner demons. His spiritual power surged through his meridians, and he staggered back to the courtyard.

Just as he was about to return to his room to meditate, he saw a soft outer robe on the stone table, which his junior sister had forgotten to take with her today.

Wen Shubai's gaze lingered on the thin shirt. He picked it up as if possessed, and the soft fabric slipped through his fingers. A unique scent emanating from her body entered his consciousness directly through his nose.

His fingers tightened completely, and he slumped against the stone table, each breath trembling.

"Well……"

He couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, his Adam's apple bobbing rapidly, and a hint of red spreading across the corners of his usually cool eyes.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier. He lowered his head slightly and buried his face directly in the thin shirt.

"Junior Sister... Xixi..."

He murmured, his voice broken and fragmented.

The spiritual energy was completely in chaos.